open mic night at Bambu

I performed a couple of poems last night at Word open mic poetry night at Bambu in Leicester. I did “and the dead poets go” and also a new one which I don’t have a title for yet. If you can think of a suitable title for it, let me know:

Those who would be your master
Pick upon the bones of your disaster
While you lie awake and worry
They plot and scheme and scurry

About looking for next weeks news
They amuse themselves with statistics
The police are checking the ballistics
Of a thousand bullets gone astray
And you pray between shots of whiskey and blues

Tomorrow will be a better day
At least that’s what the weathermen say
Meanwhile you wiggle in wretched sheets
Struggling to make ends meet
You hope there is a better way

To live a life of sound and fury
Let the jury judge your works of passion
While you keep up with the latest fashion
The time you thought you had tomorrow
Disappears beneath tears and sorrow

As you dance to a beat not your own
You hear the rhythm of your heart…beat moan.

– c.lowe

There were a lot of fab poets on last night. Sean, Oliver, and myself were there representing Leamington Spa’s open mic poetry club, Pure and Good and Right. I believe we gave a good showing. The headline poet was a cool cat named Mike from Random Ramblings Poetry duo. I left the evening feeling over the moon inspired…inspired to write more poetry.

  1. Great rhyming structure. There is always the danger that the effort of coordinating the rhymes detracts from the overall poem but not in this case, it works wonders!

    ‘They amuse themselves with statistics
    The police are checking the ballistics’

    My favourite part.

    I’ve never been to a poetry meeting, perhaps I should one day. Sounds interesting.

  2. Interesting piece.

    I can take and do rhyme in small does, but the staggering rhyme of this work kept the read fresh.

    I enjoyed it.

    –and so it goes–
    …Rob

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